His Buried Past| Taekook

Prologue Part 2

Six years ago:

"I'm sorry. It was just a childhood fling. You had to know we weren't really going to be together forever, right?" Jungkook's voice was flat as he stared at the shocked face of the younger boy.

Tae struggled to breathe normally, his eyes swimming with tears as he looked up at the boy he'd loved for so long. The boy who'd just coldly informed him that he was leaving the country, along with their friends, to study in New York. "B-but you a-always said..." His pain-filled voice faltered, unable to continue.

Jungkook scoffed, "My father expects me to learn to run his various companies. I can't afford to be distracted, especially by some little nobody who can't even take care of himself."

No longer able to hold back his tears, Tae fled his ex-lover's house, not daring to look back. If he had, he might have seen that the older boy fell to his knees in pain, a hand over his mouth to hold back his own broken sobs.

A month later, Jungkook was sitting in the dark in the New York apartment he shared with his friends, who also happened to be members in the mafia group he was set to inherit. The only member of their group who hadn't known the truth of who Jungkook was had been Taehyung. At the knock on his bedroom door, Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Go away."

Despite that, the door opened anyways, showing the concerned face of the oldest, Seokjin. Ignoring the younger's scowl, he sat on the bed next to his donsaeng. "You know, you're not getting any better. And you know you're not the only one hurting. I'm sure Taehyung is hurting just as badly. Why don't you just call him and tell him the truth?"

Jungkook shook his head, "Tae could never handle living with the violence we have to. He's too gentle. He deserves to live a normal life, without bodyguards, or guns, or danger. He can't have that with me."

The oldest sighed, "I think you're underestimating what Tae could handle if it meant being together with you. Just because he's gentle, doesn't mean he doesn't have his own strength. And I don't think you're really going to be able to stand it when someone else takes your place in his life."

The younger boy flinched at the thought of someone else taking his Tae. But stubbornly, he shook his head again,"This is the best thing for Tae. It has to be."

As he said this, he heard the sound of a phone ringing in the living room just outside his door, followed by the sound of Namjoon's deep voice. "What?? How-? This better be a fvcking joke! How could-? I...I understand. Yeah."

There was a long silence after Namjoon apparently hung up the phone. After a few moments though, Jungkook heard some rustling at his door and looked up to see the older boy, his face paler than usual, and eyes fixated on the floor.

"Joonie," Seokjin looked at the shocked face of his boyfriend, "Who was that? What's wrong?"

The silence stretched out longer as Namjoon struggled to get the words past the painful lump in his throat. When they finally came out, his eyes lifted to look at Jungkook, knowing the words would shatter the younger boy. "That was one of our guys back home. There was... Something bad happened. An attack. I-I'm so s-sorry Jungkook. Tae...is dead. He was killed. It was apparently some kind of burglary. His parents are dead too."

Jungkook stared uncomprehendingly at the older as Seokjin gasped, tears filling his eyes at the words his boyfriend had spilled. But Jungkook just stared before stuttering,"W-what kind of joke is this? Tae's safe back home in Korea. He has to be safe! What the fvck are you saying?? Tae can't be freaking dead!! I'D FEEL IT IF MY TAE WERE GONE!!!" He was screaming by the end, his eyes wild as he jumped up and shoved Namjoon against the wall, ignoring the sound of Seokjin's sobs behind him. Hoping to see some hint of this being a sick joke in the older boy's eyes, Jungkook saw the truth instead. Namjoon was holding back tears, his own grief threatening to spill over his cheeks.

Seeing this, the younger boy broke, falling to his knees and clutching the spot where his destroyed heart lay, an agonized scream tearing from his throat as if he were a wounded animal. The last thing he thought of before slipping into the relief of unconsciousness, was his Tae's sweet and boxy smile, his beautiful eyes filled with love.

Across the world:

A stone-faced boy looked down at the battered body lying in the bed, tubes and hoses keeping him alive. Turning to the two others who were crowded around the slight figure, he took in their worried faces, especially the tear-streaked face of his boss. "It's been taken care of. Kim Taehyung is dead, along with his parents."

Baekhyun swallowed, grateful for the strong arms of his husband, Chanyeol, around him. "Thank you Suga." Looking down at the frail boy in the bed, he took a shuddering breath. "Will he survive?"

Giving a curt nod, Yoongi, aka Suga, explained, "It was touch and go for a while, but we got there just in time. Minutes later and he'd really have been dead. The doctor said he could have some brain damage though, especially to his memory, due to both the severe concussion as well as the trauma."

The tallest boy spoke up, "That may be for the best. If we're lucky, he won't ever remember what those bastards did to him." Chanyeol's voice was filled with restrained fury as he remembered the sight they'd arrived to.

Yoongi nodded, "Yeah. Regardless, he's going to need a new identity now. He'll never be safe if anyone suspects  Byun Baekyun's brother is actually alive."

AN: Okay, so I decided to finally publish this! This has been sitting here forever because I wanted to have a good map of how the story was going to go, as well as how it was going to finish, before I published it. I can't promise that I'll update daily, or even every few days. I'm entering my Junior year at University, and am also participating in an independent research project, while raising 3 kids. Soooo, there may be gaps in the updates, especially once the summer is over. But I promise to do my best to keep up!